The Monday Mouth
I arrive at work on Monday morning, and regardless of it being a new carton, the milk always tastes strange. Almost ridiculously sweet and rancid. It is as if I bring with me my weekend mouth, which must then become the working mouth. Here I have the work mouth, and at home, in private, it is simply a foul mouth.
posted by ida gasp @ 5:50 pm
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Work milk is never as trustworthy as home milk, that's for sure. It's like I can't use other people's vegemite on my toast, but I like my own just fine.
bloodiell!!!! - i just tried to post to little man, but to no avail. have to do it here. it just doesn't make any sense...
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this is really good. i like this one. if you had one Tom, could your vagina be referred to as a pussy? that just doesn't seem to work.
but it's great how isaac thinks you are a gay homosexual, because being a straight homo or gay hetero is all too common these days.
by the way (and i admit, this is irrelevant), you may like to check out: http://rent-a-negro.com it's less funny each time i visit, but has never ceased to entertain. i think you'll agree.
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